You’re putting us on about this whole episode, right? Anyone that concerned that a neighbor was dead, would have just gone and knocked on the door… Especially after you identified what apartment you were in. I might understand it if you wanted to remain anonymous and you really were complaining.
Oh yeah, maybe there’s some kind of rodents living in the floor/walls.
I suggest you remove the paper towel roll from your head and uncover your other ear before you meet the girl.
This sounds like a Dirty Duck strip. Did you send Weevil up to check on them?
Nothing new to report, except that my other next-door neighbor (not the naked chick) is listening to country music right now.
Something I don’t understand about that guy. His unit is a one-bedroom like mine, but I’ve heard at least 5 or 6 people there overnight on work nights. And sometimes I smell really bad, flavored tobacco.
Regarding 1602, I was about to send her a text as a way of establishing context, but my friend said that would be stupid. I dunno, I think it’s only stupid if this is me trying to approach a chick, and not (as is her perspective) me trying to figure out wtf the thumping noise is.
Her note said, or insinuated, that she sleeps at 9, and I usually don’t have free time for calling ladies until around then. Thus, text. That way she’d at least have my name and number. I dont know what an opening phone conversation would be like. “Hi, my name is Aaron and I live below you” or “Hi, I’m 1502 but my real name is Aaron” etc etc.
I hate how bad I am at everything.
I actually did go upstairs once because the drain on one of their air conditioners was stopped up and the condensation was seeping through my ceiling and dripping on my printer. I knocked on the door in the middle of the afternoon and woke one of the girls up. While I was explaining the problem to her, another one of the girls came home with a John in tow (who looked very embarrassed when he saw me). At the time I figured they were just University students (though unusually hot ones, with unusually little furniture even for students).
A phone call takes about five minutes. “Hey, I’m Aaron, the guy that left you the note about the mystery noise. It’s going on now, can you hear it? Where is it coming from in your place? Sure, c’mon down, you can hear it here and see if you recognize it.”
I’m just trying to build tension and pad out the plot a little before I get to the horses on the beach.
I say resort to that which you know works- Leave another note!
That’d turn me into some kind of grocery store novel character.
“Though I’ve never seen him, he leaves such wonderful letters for me every night. Why can’t he face me? Oh, what is his terrible secret?”
The secret is that I’m a split personality of hers.
This thread is scratching me right where I itch. To the posters bringing logic, a lack of creativity, or lack of egging 1502 on, please keep it to yourselves.
What is it with the sound of beads or ball bearings dropping on the floor above one’s apartment, as someone mentioned upthread? I’ve had it happen in more than one apartment, and I’ve heard others relate the same experience. I think some people have even attributed it to ghosts or something, for lack of any other plausible explanation (not that I would, but seriously, what’s up with that?)
What do you need to understand?
Check for strippers walking around wearing high heels.
Nothing wrong with curiousity, in my view. Denizens of this thread are finding it entertaining enough. If everybody just went around minding their own business, what a dull world it would be . . .
Agreed. Also, I disagree with those who say that she does NOT want your junk. I think she does.
If I’d received your letter, I’d have been all ‘WTF?’ and annoyed at first - but then I’d have gotten about halfway through and started laughing, and wouldn’t have been able to stop. Then I would have composed a similarly amusing note in response, seeing your letter as a comedy writing-gauntlet that had been thrown down.
Marie’s note was instead pretty much on the dull side, so I think it’s clear that the two of you aren’t right for each other. She may laugh at your jokes, but she probably has a laugh like that chick George dated once on Seinfeld. Don’t go there, it will all just end in disappointment.
HTH. 
I thought kind of the same thing. Was a little sad the note didn’t bring teh funny.
Plus, if you call around the time she gets ready for bed, you might find out if she sleeps au naturel!
I agree that this thread is fascinating… it’s a rare peek inside the exciting world of nerd dating. 
It’s curious to me how nobody has posited the notion that 1602 could be, like, 50 years old. I’m not comfortable with the notion that I’ve become old enough that the appropriateness of a female doesn’t take strictly into account what grade she’s in.